Safi returns

"I...I don't know. I haven't done it very much." He sighed, but knew I was telling the truth. A soft grin crossed his handsome face, and he slid his cock back up and into my pussy. My back arched as it filled me again. The cracked plaster of the ceiling fading from my vision as I closed my eyes. I let my mind drift as he settled into a deep, slow rhythm. Was this going to be what it was like? When would I get the chance to contact someone, anyone, from the station? Many women in the West fantastized about a dashing Arab sheikh making love to them on a bed of silk pillows. Slowly, I realized I was holding onto that fantasy; that I'd be treated like some exotic princess, waited on hand and foot between nights of passion in a warm desert oasis...

I was brought back to reality by a pounding on the door. "Uncle Omar? We need to get her ready. Uncle? Open the door. I'm getting looks standing out here." Safi said from the hallway. So his name was Omar. I was almost embarrassed I hadn't even asked. He grunted, and slid off of me. I pulled the wrinkled sheet over me as he slid his trousers on before letting his sadistic little nephew in.

Safi looked at me, angry that he'd been denied his fun. He held a large package in his hand spilling over with fabrics. I could imagine what he was imagining he'd do to me. Omar shook his head. "She's had enough."

"But uncle!..." Safi said, clearly angry now. Omar stood his ground. "Fine. If she does not sell tomorrow, I'll have my time then on the way to the desert markets. They won't care how tight she is." I looked at Omar, but his face was blank. I don't know what I expected, but when he nodded I felt my heart sink. Despite his tenderness with my body, Omar made it clear. I was not his lover; I was his investment.

Safi dumped the bag's contents on the bed. The bellydancer's dress they had bought earlier now had a coin belt and several veils to go with it. Safi had also bought make up, scented oils, shampoo, and jewelry for me to wear, no doubt with the money I'd had in my purse. If I was to get out this, I'd have make sure I was good enough to...own.

"You sleep. Long day tomorrow." Omar said as he lay a blanket on the floor. I was a bit surprised when he let me stay in the bed, but perhaps I shouldn't have been. I'd fetch a better price if I was bright eyed and well rested. I had hoped that he would be sleeping beside me on the single bed, but he laid down. Safi grinned as he pulled his shirt off. His young body was lithe and small compared to Omar's, and when he pulled his trousers down I could see his cock start to swell as he pulled the covers back. My naked body shivered as he slid under the sheets beside me. I covered my breasts as best I could as he pressed himself against me.

And Safi, behave yourself." Omar said, his eyes closed. The vicious nephew's grin turned to a scowl. He clicked off the lamp, and pulled the covers back over us. I held my breath, wondering if...when...he'd lose his patience. After an hour, I rolled over, and started to drift to sleep.

I woke to feel his breath on my ear and his cock pressed against me. "Stay quiet and open your legs, western whore." he whispered. His hands roamed my body in the darkness, cupping my breasts, caressing my hips and stomach. "Open your legs." he repeated, his fingers sliding down to my pubic mound.

"Safi, your uncle..." I said in a whisper. His hand shot up to my neck, silencing me.

"My uncle is a deep sleeper, and doesn't know how to share. Now open your legs or I ruin your ass, and you spend the rest of your life tied to a donkey, being used by the desert tribes as payment for goat milk." I looked back at him in the darkness, but saw nothing but the glimmer of his eyes. Wordlessly, I raised my thigh, and winced as his cock slid into me. The wordless, spastic thrusts and squeaking springs of the bed stood in stark contrast to Omar's experienced hand.

Safi's cock hammered in and out of me wildly, never keeping a rhythm to heighten anything but his own mad lust. He rolled me over so I was on my stomach, and grabbed my red hair in one hand and my shoulder with the other. He pulled back, hard, causing me to arch my back so our faces were close. I gritted my teeth as whispered insults in my ear while the sound of wet flesh joined the chorus of bed springs. "Whore. Infidel slut! Maybe you want to be sold to the desert tribes, eh? Maybe I convince my uncle in the morning!" he said. I glared back at him, but my body betrayed me. My juices dripping down my thighs at the thought of rough men using me at their whim, throwing me in as part of a deal. My body traded for a pile of fabric, used again and again...

"You want that, whore? You want me to fuck your ass so hard you will be worthless to the sheikhs? You want that, whore?" he said, slamming his cock into me as bucked hard and fast, meeting his thrusts with my own. I didn't have to say a word. My shameful lust spoke volumes. He pushed my head down into the pillow to muffle my moans as positioned his cockhead at my asshole. I pulled my asscheeks wide with one hand and furiously rubbed my clit with the other, whimpering for it. Slowly, I felt it stretch my anal ring, opening me, dooming me as my fingers plunged into my sex...

"Safi. Enough. Finish and get some sleep." Omar said. So he wasn't that deep of a sleeper after all. Safi's cockhead popped into me, but he stopped his thrust. I pushed back against it, forcing inch after inch into me. "You too. Contain yourself."

"Jesus Christ won't either of you let me fucking cum!?" I asked, realizing that I hadn't had a release with either of them. Safi chuckled, and pulled out. His chuckle turned to a laugh.

"You really are a whore, Gwen." he said, looking at my spread legs. It was what he wanted all along, and I'd given it to him. He stroked himself rapidly, and I felt his hot cum hit my sweating back and shoulders. "Infidel fucking slut." I started to cry as he collapsed beside me. His cum ran down my sides, staining the bed. I cried myself to sleep his hot cum turning cold on the soiled mattress.